Couple in the ne
xt room Bound to win a p
rize they’ve been
goin’ at it
all night
long Well I’m
tryin to get some s
leep but these
motel walls are ch
eap Lincoln Dun
can is my nam
e and here’s my
song here’s my
song
My father was a fisherman my m
ama was a fisherman’s friend And
I w
as born in the bo
redom and the c
howder.
So w
hen I reached my prime
I left my h
ome in the marit
imes
headed down the t
urnpike for New En
gland, Sweet New Eng
land.
solo:
Holes in my confidence ho
les in the knees of my jeans I’s
le
ft without a p
enny in my po
cket Oo
hoo hoo we
e I’s a – bout
des
tituted as a kid
could be And I wish I
wore a ri
ng so I could
hock it I’d like to ho
ck it
A young girl in a parking lot was p
reachin to a crowd singin.
sacred songs and readi
ng from the bib
le Well I
told her I was
lost and she
told me all about the Pent
ecost And I
seen that girl as the road to my surviv – – – – – – al
solo :
J
ust latter on the very same night when I
crept to her tent with a flashlight and my
long years of in
nocence
ended Well she
took me to the
woods sayin’
”Here comes somethin’ and it fe
els so good!” And jus
t like a do
g I was
befr
iended I was bef
riended
Oh oh what a nig
ht Oh what a garden of delight
Even n
ow that sweet
memory ling
ers. I was
playin’ my guitar
lying under
neath the stars
Just
thankin’ the
lord for my
fingers for my
fingers
fade out :
